A man's renown is like the hue of grass, Which comes and goes.
Three things remain with us from paradise: stars, flowers and children.
Eternal love made me.
I presumed to fix my look on the eternal light so long that I consumed my sight thereon.
As one who sees in dreams and wakes to find the emotional impression of his vision still powerful while its parts fade from his mind - Just such am I, having lost nearly all the vision itself, while in my heart I feel the sweetness of it yet distill and fall.
All of nature is God's art.